Crooks avoided the whole subject now. “Maybe you guys better go,” he said. “I ain’t sure I want you in here no more. A colored man got to have some rights even if he don’t like ’em.

Language is remarkable, except under the extreme constraints of mathematics and logic, it never can talk only about what it&#39;s supposed to talk about but is always spreading around.

One is guilty of all abjection that one does not help to relieve.

Happiness is not exuberant or noisy, like pleasure or joy; it’s silent, tranquil, and gentle; it’s a feeling of satisfaction inside that begins with self-love.

Written By Isabel Allende

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